Two Shoes
He wasn’t always like this.
In the distant foggy past
his mom walked him to school,
made his lunch,
watched him as he made
life’s way.
Washing clothes clean,
folding and placing carefully
with mother’s love.
Now slumping on a
dead-end corner to nowhere
balled up
defeated by life demons.
No one notices.
Two shoes scavenged
from trash foul, piled on the street...
loosely clinging to his feet.
One dingy grey
trainer, bound
with dirty tape.
One worn out men’s
dress shoe
no laces to hold them to
his aching feet.
Such is his broken,
mismatched life.
So far from his
mother’s dreams.
Jocotepec, MX , 2018
Food for thought, Sue. But for the grace of God...
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